New Orleans is a guy that was not traditionally hot in his twenties but has certainly aged into that. He's aloof and alluring. Brief but intense displays of intimacy make you think you can change him. You should, in fact, break up with him, but the sex is amazing, so.....
Evacuation is like Marci Gras nutritionally.
Me to 9 y/o: You’re going to have to eat a vegetable one of these days.
9 y/o: You mean today?
Me: Jesus, no, not today. Now, get in the car. We’re getting BBQ.
9 y/o: Again?
Me: Get in the car.
I've see a lot of stuff about people "leaving" New Orleans, and I've written about it myself. But, can we have a chat about the "costs" of living here? 🧵
So, after the lengthy convo with folks about staying and leaving NOLA, I wrote this thing here. Not a writer, don't have a web site, so forgive the Google Doc.
@MaybellRomero
@NSUFilmStudies
The move to centralize and shorten routes is an effort by the city to make Mardi Gras an instagram-type event that draws tourists but does not serve and celebrate the community of people that actually live here.
When they warned me in driver's ed final class to look for the "jog" on the Huey P Long Bridge as you drive across because the built it from both sides and it didn't completely meet in the middle.
Objectively, no, but we have never come back financially or infrastructureally from the damage that Jindal did. Landry is working with what Jindal started, a La Leg majority and an emboldened electorate.
It's going to be bad.
Found these in the pile, which reminded me that once upon a pre-Katrina, my mother’s attic was full of these, saved for the day I would “grow up” and ride in a parade.
OK, back on Twitter break. Meanwhile, Karen (yes I'm talking to you), please do NOT come into my timeline talking about crime. I sweater gawd, I will lose my shit.
I do feel very badly for the people who have had awful, discriminatory and predatory behavior from Airbnb hosts. I really do.
But as someone who lives surrounded by these, I also want to scream at them: “WE’VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU THE WHOLE THING IS TRASH FOR A WHILE”
AI won't teach you how to write any more than Google Translate will teach you how to learn a language.
Meanwhile, developing skills to navigate learning hard things without a damn app is going to be much more useful to you.
I know y’all are sick of my house but I gotta give a shout out to my under the stairs half bath. It basically held the house up during Ida, and Pivo still goes in there when it rains. We finally finished it this AM, adding bougie hand soap.
Elite Universities: We will spend countless $$$$ on initiatives to spark student "engagement" and "leadership"
*Engaged students show leadership in ways said unis don't like
Same universities: Fuck them kids. Call the cops.
I guess I always knew it was true, but the pandemic made it real.
Mass tourism and the internet are the reason those of us that live in "exceptional" places can't have nice things.
These are cigalas, translated as crayfish here on most menus. Larger than normal, they were impulsively purchased by my South Louisiana ass because I have questions.
As a person dedicated no Christmas music until Dec 1, I am going to start a thread of more obscure Christmas music that fils our home during the holidays.
For the record, Hallelujah will never be in this thread because, for the millionth time, it's NOT a Christmas song.🧵
Our lack of healthcare, obsession with guns, and puritanical views on sexuality and the body are embarrassing.
Shitting on a gas station with clean restrooms, not awful food and an (admittefly) weird beaver mascot is not the flex y’all think it is.
still not over my manager calling me into the office of my minimum wage job in a chain restaurant and telling me that he didn’t feel like my “heart was in it”….. it’s not ……. this isn’t what i want to fucking do with my life…..
@MaybellRomero
@NSUFilmStudies
He's driving to work, so I'll respond. The cutting of Chewbaccus's route is not about cops. Carnival, while not always "local" because of tourism, was localized. The West Bank and NO East had parades. Mid City paraded in Mid City.
My grandfather was a farmer in Nazi occupied France and then worked on an offshore oil rig in South Louisiana. He could sew and, despite being French, was famous for his fried chicken on the rig.
Kiddo comes home with a study guide on the medieval period. His nationalistic French curriculum tries to downplay the influence of Islamis culture.
Me: Hold up, dude, I gotta slide show for us.
A bunch of people that did not all know each other that well sat down at our table last night because of a tipsy conversation a year ago about a movie from the 90s. After we did this, no one could say we didn’t know each other well any more.
Such is the power of timpano.
A student just sent me a photo of her ER wrist band to prove she is very ill, and fuck off to anyone and everyone who makes students feel like they need to do this to justify caring for themselves.
Ok. Sure. Let’s teach kids to recycle.
But let’s also teach them to organize against the corporations doing the bulk of the polluting.
Signed,
A mom tired of recycling “art projects”
In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines, lived twelve little girls in two straight lines... They smiled at the good and frowned at the bad.
And sometimes they were very sad.
Husband just chucked a piece of fried chicken is dog’s water bowl thinking it was his food bowl.
Dog ate chicken and is now drinking the flavored water like his life depended on it.
So, most of us have had our homeowner's insurance, property taxes, or rent go up by about 50-60 percent, most of that in the past year. Most of us don't have that kind of cash just sitting around. So, people leave.
King cake flavored things are always bad and never taste like king cake.
I'll now be recruiting taste testers for my efforts to perfect my king cake macaron this season.
So I had to sign into Netflix in front of my students, which means they saw the username to the hotmail account I created as a freshman in college. A 🧵
I don't know who needs this, but I took this right after coming home from Isaac, discovered ceilings collapsed in two rooms and no power.
Get you the confidence of a Border Collie that knows the cooler is full of breast milk and beer and that the bouncy chair has new batteries.